Sange

Miroase a rosu de sub talpile umede,
Umede de singuratate
E atat de intuneric si
Ma izbesc flamand
De aceeasi inima.
Se simt sunete precum
Un soare canicular
Se rostogoleste sangele
Sub talpi, sub asfalturi, sub pamanturi
Monocrom
Ma ridic si ma prabusesc
La glezna unui soarece de camp
Puternic imbacsit de fleici.
Acum ma tulbura cerul,
Strazile pe paturi de apa
Nebunia tremurata
Lafel si luna.
Descresc plete rosii din arbori absenti
Abia incolteste prezentul in sange…

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